I just wrote a rather long entry about how I met my man, and due to some odd bug either EE or Safari ate it. Great.

Long story short? I don’t know. I really don’t feel like recreating it. Ah, well.

It was July 3rd and I was at a Giants game with my boss. I was there to help her decorate the press box. The reward was that I could stay for the game. My company at the time often got the press box or VIP areas for employee events. Anyway, we hung balloons and crepe paper. It was all festive and junk.  As people began to arrive I noticed him. Apparently our eyes locked or something because my boss tried to warn me away. I wouldn’t listen, and we talked on an off throughout the game. There was a bar, and drinks were flowing. We ended up making out in the elevator. And there were fireworks. Literally. There were fireworks! It was great. As the game ended we exchanged numbers and planned to meet up the next day.

July 4th we met at his place and headed into SF for lunch. We walked, talked, and had a burrito. Hung out some more. As it got later we decided to go back to his place for some Chinese takeout and Blockbuser movies. I never really left after that. We spent every possible moment together until I moved in officially 7 months later. On Valentines Day.

I can’t believe I typed it all again.

 Gloria Estefan - Turn The Beat Around    

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